HP: Alchemy? Nah, It's Crafting Chapter 130: 130: Dumbledore’s Brain

Hogwarts… Late at night…

"One book… iron shovel… iron pickaxe… iron axe… iron sword…"

After fiddling at the crafting table all morning, Professor Kasenhis finally managed to create the beginner spellbook from the New Arcana mod.

"Holy moly, this thing looks even more high-end than the Arcane Manual!"

He marveled at the floating spellbook hovering beside him — purple leather cover, gold trim, just oozing "I'm cool and you know it" vibes.

With a wave of his hand, the book flew into his grasp. Upon opening it, he found five basic spell runes inside. Three of them were spellcasting delivery thods — Projectile, Self, and Touch — while the other two were spell effects — Damage and Break.

For example, the Projectile rune allowed the spell to shoot forward from the caster. Combine that with the Damage rune, and you've got the most basic attack spell.

Neeeeeeat, right…?

The damage was enough to take out about a quarter of a person's health bar. So, theoretically, a healthy adult could take four hits before taking a eting with Death himself.

As for its performance in real-world combat… Kasenhis thought back to all the Hogwarts professors and their magic — at least in this world, the "damage spell" was just that: it hard the target's life force, but didn't ss with their body or mind.

If he had to compare it to sothing from this world's spellbook…

The Avada Kedavra curse — that was really the only fitting comparison. Though the intensity wasn't on the sa level, the underlying logic of both spells was eerily similar.

Of course, instead of casting it as a projectile, you could also go with Touch. Combine Touch with Damage, and that was essentially giving your enemy four good slaps before sending them off to hang out with the Grim Reaper.

As for the other spell effect rune — Break — that one was pretty straightforward. It broke objects. It had no real effect on living beings or physical bodies, at least not according to Kasenhis' experints. It seed strictly limited to inanimate matter.

And Break could really only be paired with Projectile. After all, if you used Touch with Break… well, Kasenhis could already do that by himself.

Need we be reminded of that ti he first t Harry and whacked down the wall to Diagon Alley with a few good knocks?

In short, this spellbook had incredible potential and expressive power. More importantly, it was far more fun, easier to research, and way safer than anything from the Thaumcraft.

The only issue? The spellbook ca with too few runes — just five.

And of those five, only four were practically usable. Self as a delivery thod? Completely useless for now.

In theory, the Self rune would probably be for buffs — self-enhancing magic — but again, there weren't any buff-type runes available yet.

Still, there was a way to unlock more runes. The spellbook had docuntation on that too.

The first thod? A copying table.

But Kasenhis figured the research table would be more efficient. The copying table wasn't exactly a walk in the park either — it required a material called Supre Wood, and that stuff wasn't going to be easy to co by.

Moreover, it required a special kind of parchnt. This parchnt wasn't the sa as ordinary parchnt — according to the spellbook, it had to be made by combining magical fibers with regular parchnt to create a type that could actually store magic.

Whether this special parchnt was essential to rune research or not, Kasenhis hadn't figured out yet, but what he did know was: school wasn't even out yet and he already had two new tasks on his plate.

First, he needed to find Supre Wood.

Second, he had to hunt down the raw material needed to make magical fibers — Mana Bloom.

Kasenhis leaned back in his chair with a sigh. He thought back to the ti during winter break when he and Lupin went wandering all over the world in search of magic crystals. Right now, he was way more powerful than he was back then.

Yet, right now, he felt like a headless chicken. But back then, he had clear direction and purpose...

Wait a sec!

A little lightbulb suddenly lit up over Kasenhis' head.

Who had given him that direction back then?

Professor Trelawney!

If she could point him sowhere back then, surely she could still do the sa now… right? She should be able to!

Excited, Kasenhis practically leapt from his office chair and headed straight for Professor Trelawney's tower.

Soon after, he spotted two floating labels in the corridor: [Human] [Magic]

The two entries hovered silently in the air. Kasenhis sighed — there was only one student at Hogwarts capable of sneaking around like this under an invisibility cloak: Harry Potter.

So senior students could manage Disillusionnt Charms, sure, but their skill levels were clearly lacking. At best, their illusions were optical — if you looked carefully enough, you could still see outlines and shadows.

Kasenhis reached out instinctively from above, intending to snatch away Harry's invisibility cloak — but the sensation under his hand was… odd.

Eh..?

It was fuzzy, like hair — not the slippery fabric feel of an invisibility cloak.

And the height was off. Harry was still just a little bean sprout of a kid. But what Kasenhis was touching right now… felt like it was perched on top of soone.

In that instant, Kasenhis realized that this so-called "Harry"… might actually be riding piggyback on Ron.

The next second, he felt a hand brush his aside. And only then did the true identity of this nightti stealth-walker co into view…

"…It's been how long already? How are you still not gone?" Kasenhis squinted, eyes half-lidded in exasperation as he looked at the man casually brushing back his hair — Gellert Grindelwald.

"Heh~ Hogwarts doesn't belong to you, does it?" Grindelwald replied with a snarky smile.

"That's right! BUT I am a professor here. That gives every right to throw out a dark wizard. Especially when that dark wizard isn't rotting in Nurngard where he belongs, but instead lounging around under his nesis's nose… What is it, Dumbledore found you a new prison, or did he hand over the Defense Against the Dark Arts job to you on the side?" Kasenhis deadpanned.

"Oh, so now you recognize ?"

"Went back and flipped through a few pages of early-century history books. But you still haven't answered my question, Mr. Grindelwald."

"…Technically speaking, Albus isn't really my mortal enemy. We just… have different ideologies. Besides, he hasn't exactly hauled back to Nurngard yet, has he? Doesn't that say enough?" Grindelwald replied with poise, hands clasped behind his back and chin tilted slightly upward.

"…Right. I had another question."

"Your guess is correct — he did, in fact, give the position of the next Defense Against the Dark Arts professor," Grindelwald said without even listening to the question.

Kasenhis's mouth twitched.

"The Daily Prophet wasn't wrong — That old bastard really has lost it, this is a school full of children for fuck's sake!" Kasen abruptly changed direction and strode toward the headmaster's office.

"You're just taking it at face value? So easily, Professor Kasenhis?" Grindelwald called after him.

"Oh, I believe it completely. That brain of Dumbledore's! What in the world is he thinking?!"

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